After my youngest brother, Gary, died in 2006, we were cleaning out the "old home place" where he had been living since my Mama passed away in 1998. Gary's daughter and I were in the attic and found several old home movie reels which my Daddy had spliced together. Some were 8MM and some were Super 8, but the two projectors he had both had burned out bulbs. I made an attempt to secure replacement bulbs from on-line suppliers as there is simply no "brick and mortar" place around that sells such merchandise.
The first company shipped me two bulbs, one of which was actually bigger than the projector for which the company indicated was the right one. The other bulb may possibly have worked in a night light, but not a projector.Let me be clear that I gave the company the exact model numbers of each projectors and even the writing off the burned out bulbs themselves. I returned those two and had a long conversation with a nice gentleman on the phone who agreed to send what he thought would be the correct bulbs.
When the new bulbs were received, both would actually fit the projectors, but would not work for reasons I cannot explain and neither could the gentleman with the bulb company. I returned those for credit and had to pay a "re-stocking charge" because it was my second return. The guy then told me they couldn't help me so there were apparently no replacement bulbs available for the 8mm or Super 8 projectors I have.
I explored the possibility of having these films converted to DVDs as I was told that was possible. I talked with one company here in Columbia that does that type work and after showing them just one reel of the five I have, I knew that was cost prohibitive for me. I exhausted every avenue I could think of to see what was on those reels.
Enter our own Dave Fulton. Not quite sure how Dave became aware of the situation but he told me one day that he had a projector stored somewhere that would handle both 8mm and Super 8. He promised he would "dig it out" and check out the bulb situation.
Being the man of his word that he is, Dave showed up at the RacersReunion Hall of Fame trip with the projector. After a quick lesson in operation held in the parking garage at the Hall of Fame, I headed home with the intention of watching some home movies, most of which I was sure would include racing footage as that's what my family did most of the time.
It took me a couple of weeks before I had time to sit down and fire up the projector for the first time. Over the past two days I have watched over 3 hours of home movies, most of which contain racing footage. The earliest race I can identify is one of the 1970 races from Darlington. We have racing footage from Darlington, Daytona, Rockingham, and Atlanta, which includes shots from in the pits and garage area where we were allowed because of press credentials. We have several family trips to the mountains. We have my brothers in their teenage and early 20s. We have shots of me with the shoulder length hair of the seventies. We have probably 40 minutes of Historic Columbia Speedway footage, including some of a race my Daddy tried to film at night so you can imagine how that went, but there are some really good shots of the speedway and cars in action.
There is footage of the very first motorhome my parents bought when we were at both Darlington and Rockingham. There are so many memories for me on those reels that it is difficult to explain just how much these films can mean to me. There is one part where King Richard had won at Rockingham and was brought around to the grandstand entrance for a trip up to the press box for the post race interview. As he is getting out of the station wagon, my Mama is standing right there. She is hugging Richard and Richard is smiling an hugging her back and they talk for a few seconds. There is no sound to these films so I don't know what was said, but from the smiles on both faces, it must have been good.
Finally, one last thing. Not exactly sure when he filmed this as my Daddy, bless his heart, just spliced the things together without regard to chronological order, but it appears to be 1968 or 1969. It had snowed here in Columbia and several of us were having a snowball fight in the woods across the street from my parent's home. There I am, cowboy boots and cowboy hat in place, throwing snowballs! Remember what I've been saying about that race driver that dresses that way? Who is the original here???????
Thank you, Dave Fulton, for allowing me a chance to travel down a very special memory lane! I have three very small rolls of 8mm left to watch and I'll do that today. Then I'll repackage your projector for safe keeping until I can return it to you. Maybe now I'll take out a second mortgage to see if I can get these films on DVD.
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What a change! It's been awhile since I've checked in and I'm quite surprised. It may take me awhile to figure it our but first look it's really great.
updated by @tim-leeming: 01/08/17 07:59:35PM